Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.